Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7823 | 2023-12-04 17:40:59 | 97.06 | 97.3% |
| 2137 | 2022-06-29 05:33:40 | 93.64 | 98% |
| 881 | 2021-12-28 12:17:25 | 74.21 | 96% |